"Ive been reading too much MySpace poetry lately"

Current mood:  unfocused

going against my transition goals and growing some cojones, posting some "poetry". thank god for derivativity though, softens the true skin of this

"Ive been reading too much MySpace poetry lately"

good[passable] lives make cold "wives" desperate grooms have varied points of origin. 

whenever the curtains fall i get flashes of doctored photos. his pelt hanging from the ceiling like the chandelier i will never let you install. i keep pulling down the humonculi sprouting from my soft tissue, hoping no new dna will get thrown into the mix. it shouldn't be if the cabinets stop squeaking.

i saw what splits me from all waking bodies in such an abode yesterday. i've been living like this for as long as I can remember[2cm] yet i'm still so terrified. blood vats manage to crawl under my pale, fangful skin still so i shouldn't be surprised. getting better at sensing when someone cranks the handle so i can spout the same song.

same few notes, spine, suicide, you, me. how much carving does it take to tear me skinless?

keep me rhetorical.

-Funky's Treacherous Well

[tryhard F. T. WillZ ripoff]

Faris' torturous will